So I had to buy some new dress shirts today. May I begin by boasting that I completed the shopping and purchasing process in record time. Thank you, thank you. As a guy, perhaps this is expected of me (I purposely use the word "perhaps" to absolve me of any potential accusations of sexism). Nonetheless, it helped me recall why I hate buying dress shirts. They are easy enough to purchase, that is IF you know your size. Luckily, I did. Did you know there is a reason for the sign posted near the shirts that reads "Do Not Unpackage Shirts"? Don't worry, I wouldn't have the time anyway.
First off, the shirts are all held hostage within a highly intricate, ultra secure web of sharp, metal pins, which is then surrounded by random pieces of cardboard all wrapped in a clear, cellophane package. Phew! It took me about 20 minutes to unwrap all four. You know, as you get older, you can't see as well. To every pin there is a blunt end and a sharp, flesh piercing end. These shirts had pins in places which had no business being there. Any one of those pins could have easily escaped my grasp at any moment and I would never even know it.
Until later that night after stepping out of bed with my bare feet.
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I had to laugh because I buy my husbands shirts and have a heck of a time getting them unpacked and ready to wash. It's crazy!